| Fleeing from my rotten thoughts, down I whirled into the spiral
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| Stifled by guilt and regret, senses drifted afloat nothingness
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| Foreboding, dawning inside, dragged me in pain towards the Mind’s Abyss…
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| Godlike glassy walls around, beyond, the Waste unchanging
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| Will-deprived there I stood, just a pale reflection,
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| A withered soul, my human sins I’m bound to pay…
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| Wandering lost in this maze, a garden of entombed emotions and dreams,
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| Is this the sheer truth 'bout the man I used to be?
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| Condemned to this stillborn plane, my existence has yet ceased to be,
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| My inner self once drenched with life is now drained to the lee…
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| Walking down the silent streets, hollow witness of my own decay
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| I failed my chance a man to be, pledged myself to quench the higher flame
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| Still a spark strives, inner sanctum, pleading me to look inward and see…
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| Velvet light, a Poet’s dusk that mirrors on the ocean
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| Foaming waves of blue-dye diving on white shores
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| Could withered wings try to spread and fly again?
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| Gliding through skies turning bright, ascending infinity, oblivious of time,
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| Seagulls rejoice their freedom flight
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| Bound to the dirt still it stands, eyes staring blank at the sun,
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| My vestige of glass (the man I was…) crumbling to dust…
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| Wandering lost in this maze, the grave of emotions and forgotten dreams,
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| Essence of life reached out to me
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| Urge for enlightenment stirs, I’ve glimpsed the Idyll redeemed,
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| Spreading my wings… (a newborn child…) I set out to live… |